whatifuwr2 Poetry (3)

Picture this : A little girl is playing on a beach on a warm sunny day. Her mother is close by keeping watch full eye over her but she still has those mischievous feelings that the open space of the beach can bring.

Picture this : That same girl in school explaining to her teacher how she bumped her head so hard when she walked into the door she had to go to hospital again You see dad gets irritable when he is drunk and she longs for the feelings the the open space of the beach can bring.

Picture this : A shell shocked soldier overcomes his fear of war and dying and crawls from his bunker dodging a hail of bullets and pulls a dying countryman to safety just because he wears the same uniform as him.

Picture this : A Lonely old man sits at his kitchen table drinking himself to death his only friend is the collection of war medals neatly stored in a glass cabinet. Also neatly stored in his head are the horrors he faces every day with memories he has of killing men who did not have the same uniform as him.

Picture this : A country cottage on a cold winters night but there is a warm fire burning. Two lovers under a bearskin rug naked hold on so tight very much in love and feeling the after glow of lovemaking the happiness that only love and life can bring.

Picture this : A country cottage on a cold winters night but the fire is going out. An elderly couple lie in bed backs to each other.cold almost shivering. A lifetime wasted on uncertainties and mistrust awaiting loneliness that only love and death can bring.

Picture this : A respected business man emerges from his Mercedes dressed in a smart suit, he has worked so hard to get to were he is. He walks toward his plush house warm from the love his family have created.

Picture this : A respected business man emerges from his Mercedes. There is a woman a little younger than he is lying on the pavement a needle protruding from her arm,he has worked so hard to hide his past. You see little sister has the cold his family have created.

Picture this ; Two elderly old friends sit on a shaded park bench. They chat occasionally but just as content with their silence as they are with their conversation and laughter. Both men have much to gain from their friendship.

Picture this : Two old friends sit on a shaded park bench.They chat occasionally but happier in silence. They both have secrets they know about their past they both have ghosts that they would rather not be made visible. Both men have allot to lose from their friendship.

Picture this : As you walk away from these pictures trying to eradicate the ones that have made you feel uncomfortable, turn and take a look at the pictures you have created there is a tiny piece of each of us in each picture for they represent the photo album of the average human being.There is good and bad in all of us it just depends on what you want to see in your pictures.

How many dreams does it take to make a reality and when its real is it still a dream.

If one lie can break a heart can one more save a lifetime of heart break.

Is a life a collection of ones memories or the way you are remembered by others.

Is a good life the way you feel about people or the way others feel about you.

Is ones destiny an open invitation or a set course of consequences that multiply to our end.

At what stage do we deem our lives a success and if we got there would we know.

Are you ever really alone when you carry someone else's love so deeply in your heart.

Do we get one chance at life and if we got a second would we be oblivious to mistakes we made first time around.

Are we really the people we think we are or is our view distorted from the pain and pleasure of our lives.

Are you free when everything is lost or chained by the responsibility of everything that is gained.

Is life a multiple choice question or has the answer been staring us in the face all along.

If we could freeze frame our lives would we always wonder what the next frame held in store.

If honesty is the best policy then why does the truth hurt.

We search for happiness all our lives but why do we hold on to sorrow so tightly.

How come we feel richer by giving than by saving it for ourselves.

If we could go back in time and forewarn ourselves what advice would we give and would it ruin the surprise.

Is life an accumulation of anguish or the pursuant of a mountain of generic modification added to at each generation.
A learning process void of harmony just a few bitter and sweet lessons handed to each generation like a baton sometimes light and lifting,but can at times be the ghosts of our past like a laden weight to be carried through time.
Pensive knowledge of our ancestors is unwise as it is they that have steered us to this point the generic mystery that some call faith.
Surprising and sometimes similar traits and patterns emerge as the paths of our ancestors emerge some reveal deep demons that have haunted our evolution and others unveil the true make-up of why we are the special and unique people we are.
Assured in the knowledge we descend from a hand of cards dealt by our direct ancestry,the building blocks that have built us if you will,isn't it amazing not all siblings are the same considering the course of history that has preceded us to make our family wall.
Your descendants had been born into this world and have lived a live with laughter,tears,sorrow and joy.Each mistake a lesson learned each success a signpost for us to follow.
Remember the people who came before us they fought the war with demons so we might have the weapons and tools to defend that most valuable of gifts our lives and generic make-up that make you the most recent in a long line of of pilgrims steered by them to this point.
Remember their success is our survival so survive with a grateful smile your present will some day be recorded so look good while you make it